Is it past midnight already? I lost track of the time. My watch had gone haywire in the drizzling rain. The sky was darker than the devil's lair, and dark clouds partially swallowed the moon, making an eerie distorted white orb in the midst of the swirling ink. The moon cast a soft silvery light that faintly lit the narrow path ahead. The streets glowed pale in comparison to the twinkling diamonds in the night sky. I swerved to the left, as I passed a long street lamp with a flickering hopeless light.
The walkway was slippery with water and filled with constant potholes. In the white light, the puddles looked like molten silver.
Everywhere around me was pitch black, but my eyes quickly adjusted to it. I could see the tall, dark buildings standing menacingly, as if threatening to suffocate my existence at any time. I passed a dark alleyway, and could've sworn I had seen two pairs of bright yellow eyes staring down at me. I had a feeling I was being watched, like the way you might feel as if a dark shadow was looming over you. I quickly shrugged off the feeling. There might be wolves and dogs wandering around, but not even burglars or stalkers would dare ponder the London streets at this time.
I trudged along, limping slightly, as the wound in my knee had opened up for excessive walking. I could feel the warm crimson liquid pouring down from the gas
in my right leg. The pain was unbearable. To make matters worse, the rain didn't seem to want to stop any time soon. The large droplets of water felt as if someone was hammering on my back repeatedly. I took another step forward and winced in pain. I forced myself to take another, and another. Each step was pure hell, but I knew better than to stop now. The Clock Tower felt like a mile away, looming over the buildings. Half of me wanted to fall over on the damp ground, and pass out, and wait for death to overcome me. But that I couldn't afford to do. That I didn't have the right to...
